These are your orders, seems like it's do it or dieSo please read them closelyWhen you've learnt them be sure that you eat them upThey're specially flavored with burgundy, Tizer and ryeTwelve sheets of foolscap, don't ask me why.We hit the jungle just as it starts to monsoonOur maps showed no rainfallAll the boys were depressed by this circumstanceTrust in the weather to bless agricultural manWho gives birth to more farmhands, don't ask me why.Fifteen was chosen because he was dumbSeven because he was blindI got the job because I was so meanWhile somehow appearing so kindDrifting about through the cauliflower treesWith a cauliflower ear for the birdsThe Squadron assembled what senses they hadAnd this is the sound that they heardBack at headquarters khaki decisions are madeFile under 'Futile', that should give you its main point of referenceIt's all so confusing, what with pythons and then deadly fliesBut to them it's a picnic, don't ask me why.Thirteen was chosen because of his luckEleven because of his feetOne got signed up for exceptional pluckAnother because he was muteRoaming about through the gelatin swampsWith a gelatin eye on the stripesThe Squadron assembled what senses they hadAnd this is the sound that they heardBack in Blighty there was youThere were milkmen every morningBut/Fuck these endless shiny treesNever used to be that way.